This//Is//Me
Understand that she was covered in paint
Paint in her hair
On her hands
her face
her clothes
as if she were a canvas all her own.
She was art to his eyes and music to his ears --
Spontanaeity hidden beneath that
serene Mona Lisa smile --
And she thought she looked a mess.
He saw something deeper than the splatters
on her skin
He saw to the beauty she held
within.
